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I'm not sure why, but it's the first morning of my heat week that I'm at my horniest. It's kind of always happened that way, ever since I first started going through them. It was always hard, too, when all the men in the house were related to me, not that I didn't have... Thoughts. Luckily I never acted on them.

Well, okay, I was drunk when I hit on Aidan a couple of years ago, but he'd locked me in my room until I was sober, so that was a bullet dodged.

But, anyway.

I was awake, which was a state I immediately regretted being as soon as I entered consciousness: My body was on fucking fire. Or at least, that's how it felt. I was naked under my blanket, and I was painfully aware of the individual strands of fabric that rubbed against my nipples, even though it really wasn't that cold. "Ugh, fuck me," I muttered, sleepily kicking my legs as I tried to pull the blanket off of myself.

When I finally did, I realized that the fan that was blowing on me now made my warm body tingle, and that just pissed me off more than a little bit as I rolled heavily onto my back. I could feel the breeze from the fan on my bare flesh, and I groaned again. Yep, I decided, this week was going to suck, if this was my Monday morning.

For rabbits, it could be said that we're basically always in heat, but what a lot of people didn't seem to know is that we have "times of the month", when it was the best time to start making babies. As I didn't have any interest in a litter this early in my life, I was on the pill.

The pill that was supposed to suppress my heat weeks, make me cramp less and lessen my desire for dick. I glanced at the oval container on my desk from my bed, hit with a sudden and wild desire to throw it out the fucking window.

But I guessed this was just a particularly strong heat and, God damn it all, if I hadn't taken a pill, I'd probably not be even be able to move right about now.

So, fuck it.

I stretched out across my small bed, which sent my senses into overdrive, my tight muscles sending spasms through my body before I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and stood up. Still grumbling to myself, I picked a shirt up off the floor that I'd tossed off at some point last night because fuck shirts, and pulled it on over my head, turning it around so that the tag didn't tickle my chin.

It was a really big shirt short-sleeved olive green T-shirt with the black outline of a smilie face with horns, made for someone a head taller, with broader shoulders than me. Double-extra tall. Of course, he wasn't that tall, but we didn't pick out the shirt for him. Technically, it was his, but I wore it more, as a night shirt. When my body didn't prefer the open air in the middle of the night, anyway.

Making sure the hem of the shirt wasn't obstructed by my tail, I opened my bedroom door and stepped out into the hall. It was colder out here than in my room, not to mention the bathroom, and don't even get me started on the rim of the toilet. Once that was done, I opened the medicine cabinet, taking a minute or two to find what I was looking for. Pulling the spray bottle down, I lifted the front of my shirt, shook the bottle, and sprayed it liberally at my vagina.

To you, who might or might not have had to go through heats, this might be a little weird, but spray deodorant is fucking invaluable for when you're in a house full of dudes, but almost all of the dicks were off-limits. This brand, Musk-Off, was actually specifically for suppressing the odor that would attract males. I still remember the time the twins Teague and Ernan teased me about using it. I'd responded by not using it at the peak of my heat week and watching them go crazy.

Needless to say, they don't say shit about it anymore.

Using regular deodorant for the rest of my body, I decided not to brush my teeth yet, since I still hadn't eaten breakfast, and headed for the stairs down the other end of the hall to get to the ground floor. Behind the garage's office was the kitchen, and I headed in.

My oldest brother, Aidan, was already up and dressed in coveralls, drinking some cherry Gatorade as he sat at the big table in the middle of the room. "Morning," he said, in his deep voice, looking down at his phone. "You're up early."

"Yeah, well, you can probably smell why," I responded, opening the fridge and bending over to look in it. "Where's the fucking-- Oh, there it is." Grabbing up the bottle of dressing, a tomato, a jar of sweet relish, and a head of lettuce, I padded to the counter and started making my salad, pulling down a bowl. In the reflection of the microwave as I cut up lettuce and chunks of tomato, I saw Aidan look up from his phone at me, then double take.

Even though it was a little dark, I could still see his ears flush and he looked away just as suddenly. "Uh--" he started, but, feeling my own ears getting hot, I pulled my shirt down, grimacing.

"Do you have somewhere to be?" I asked grumpily, looking over my shoulder at my brother. It wasn't his fault that my shirt had hiked up, but sue me; I was almost literally burning between my legs and I didn't want a guy I couldn't fuck in the same room as me at the moment.

Aidan took the hint and stood up, patting his pockets and clearing his throat as he headed to the staff door and back out to the office, probably to go out for breakfast or something instead. Yeah, I'm kind of a selfish bitch, but it wasn't like my family didn't know that.

I heard footsteps above me, and Aidan's deep voice just before he headed outside. Someone else responded, and I felt my ears perk up as I tossed my bowl of salad as I thought I recognized the voice. Sure enough, Windthor Leon Pryas - Windy to his friends - opened the kitchen door. "Aidan tells me you've got needs this morning," he said happily, grinning at me. His wings wrapped around his bare shoulders like a cloak, Windy walked up to the fridge, patting my hip as he passed.

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, my tone a little gruff. "And what are you doing up so early? Did the musk wake you up?" Windy stopped for a second as he held the door of the fridge open, halfway through bending over to reach into it.

"Wow, it must be bad if you're that bitchy," he remarked, reaching for a container of food he'd made for himself last night and moving next to me. His hip bumped mine as he stuck the tupperware into the microwave to nuke it.

"Yeah, well." I stabbed at a chunk of tomato as if it were irritating me as much as my pussy was. I glanced over, my eyes downcast, as he turned around to lean against the counter, waiting for his food to finish. Even with my Musk-Off, I could tell he could smell me. For one thing, the sniffing was obvious with rabbit hearing; For another, I could practically hear the seams of his pants straining against the massive boner. I swallowed, licking my lips, then looked up at him.

He was looking over at the cork board that had the calendar, and a few sticky notes with names and numbers for emergency contacts on it, even though I new he had all of them saved on his phone, just in case. His nostrils twitched and flared, and maybe he was being polite or some gentlemanly bullshit like that, but he looked like he was waiting on me to tell him what I wanted to do.

Maybe he was going to wait until we finished our breakfast before I dragged him back up to my bed. Well, as it turned out, I couldn't fucking wait that long. "Y'know what, as a matter of fucking fact, it is." Windy blinked, looking down at me just as the microwave dinged, and I slid my bowl of salad out of the way. "Come here," I said imperiously, bracing my hands on the edge of the counter and sticking my butt out a little more to catch his attention.

"Here?" he asked, looking hesitantly back at the door as he moved around behind me.

"Yes, here. Aidan went out, Dad's on the top floor, and the twins won't be down for a while. They snooze their alarms at least twice a morning." I reached out, grabbing his waistband and giving it a tug. "Now, come on."

Windy's hips pressed up against my butt through his jeans and my shirt, his hands coming to rest on my hips. He curled his fingers in, gripping me and groaning. I could feel the vibration of his chest against my back, and the heat of his dick between my butt cheeks. But it was the touch of his hands that sent shivers through my body. "I happened to notice you were wearing my shirt," he said, his voice having gone deep and husky. "You know what that does to me." He was affecting his voice a little bit for my benefit, but as far as I can recall, having known him for the better part of a year, he never tried to growl to sound impressive.

Maybe he didn't want to sound like he was trying too hard.

"And I'm practically dripping on the floor, so whip it out." He snorted into my neck as he nuzzled into it, taking his hands off of my hips to reach for his belt.

"Straight to the point this morning, then," he said, still sounding amused. I rolled my eyes, looking back just as his fly came open, and there it was. Long, thick and red, Windy's dick flopped right onto the small of my back, my tail getting burried under its weight through my shirt. I shivered again, noticing for the first time that he smelled like he hadn't showered or put on deodorant yet. Like me, he probably wanted to wait until he'd eaten breakfast before properly cleaning himself.

Normally I wouldn't care for the smell, but today the morning musk sent my senses and instincts into overdrive, and I shoved my ass impatiently back into his hips. "C'mooon," I whined, my grip on the counter tightening.

"This is really not hygienic for the counter." I huffed, and he patted my ass consolingly, his other hand coming down to push the hem of his shirt I was wearing up and over the curve of my hips. My flagged tail kept it from falling back down again as he pressed his big palm against my butt cheek. I braced myself, on the tips of my toes and my knees already shaking as his thumb curled in, spreading the opening of my pussy just a little wider as he pulled his hips back.

Luckily, it looked like he wasn't going to tease me too much, which was lucky for him, since I'd have probably kicked him onto the table and rode him until the legs broke.

And then I'd have to buy a new damn table.

He held the base of his dick as he pushed forward, the head sliding up, then down before he found the way in and pushed forward. The thick mass went past my entrance, spreading me wide, and it was probably my imagination - spurred on by being incredibly horny - but I could swear his dick was shoving things aside in order to get as deep as possible. With him filling me, inch by inch, my back arched, and he reached around me to pull me to his chest.

"I always feel like I shouldn't be able to go balls-deep," Windy commented breathlessly, moving forward so that he was flush against me. I snorted, reaching up to rub his cheek as his teeth brushed through the fur on my neck, taking a fold of flesh for just a second as his chest rumbled.

"Well, since you can..." I pointedly bucked my ass into him, bouncing his hips back. The small void that his dick left behind left me strangely empty, and he complied by letting out his little laugh, leaning back, and taking hold of my hips.

While he didn't go to town yet, he still fucked me with enough force to make my body bounce and rock, my head falling forward so that my hair fell down around my face. I could see my blurred reflection in the door of the microwave, Windy's body cut off at the head so that he was little more than a faceless cock as far as the edges of the reflective surface was concerned. I flinched and closed my eyes as his cock went at just the right angle, and I reached up, running fingers through my own hair.

I felt his balls, firm and heavy and full as they were, slapping against my clit with almost every thrust. I could imagine them swinging back and forth, bouncing against the front of his jeans since they couldn't swing backwards, probably glistening with a combination of my own moisture and his sweat, making me really want to bury my face in them once we finished.

I heard, as if through a deep haze and from far away, the rhythmic clinking of metal. It took me a little while to figure out what it was, and I reached behind me as I panted, grabbing the buckle of his belt to silence it. I didn't think the rest of my family would be able to hear it through sleep and another floor, but you never knew for sure with rabbits. He took one hand off of my hip, leaning forward so that his chest was against my back again. I felt the gaps of fur where his scars were as he braced his hand on the counter. I laced my fingers through his, leaning back and panting hoarsely, letting out little grunts and yelps every now and then.

Windy told me once that he used to worry he wasn't doing well, since I was so quiet when we fucked. My responce at the time had been, "We can't all be screamers, now drop 'em."

A particularly strong buck into me made me flinch again and my muscles flexed. He squeezed his fingers around mine, letting out a whine before, you guessed it, going to town. Even with me muting the sound of his belt buckle bouncing against my thigh, the kind of wet slaps echoing around the kitchen probably carried up the stairs, in hindsight.

In the moment, you'd better believe I didn't give a rat's fart about anything but Windy plowing me like a field.

It was inevitable by now, I knew, more by instinct than coherent thought, that it wasn't long now. His thrusts were getting shallower, and his breathing coming out in short rasps. "Inside," I said automatically, tugging him forward by the belt I was still holding. "Fuckin' do it."

And then, he did it, his hips pushing forward so forcefully that my hips got pinned to the counter and I had to grab the sink to avoid braining myself on the faucet. It was lucky I did, since at that moment, my own orgasm mingled with his, my heels rolling to the outside of my legs and my knees trying to push together, but the angle prevented that. In fact, if it weren't for Windy's dick and the counter, I'd have probably fell on the floor.

I'd like to say that I could make Windy cum on command, but it was mostly good timing and instinct.

I wasn't a squirter, if anything my orgasms tended to be mostly emotional more than physical. It still sent a wave through my body that turned my brain off for a second and my head sank into the sink. Windy, on the other hand, made enough mess to make up for it. I don't know where he stores all that cum, but I swear he filled me up so much that his cock was almost a cork for a second before it started dribbling out down my legs and onto the floor.

When it finally tapered off, he reached down to lift up my top half, still inside of me, and hold me to his chest. I was still a little punch-drunk as he hugged around my belly, and I smiled. "You alright?" he panted, and I snorted.

"M'fine. Jus' need a sec, y'know."

"You sound like you just stepped out of a bar." Windy snickered, and so did I, before he nestled his muzzle into my neck, and I rubbed my cheek on his scalp. Luckily he wasn't wearing a stupid hat yet, so I could do that without a barrier.

Suddenly, the jingling of metal made us both jump, and we turned to look over our shoulders.

Aidan froze as he held his keys. Normally my big brother was cool and calm, but at that moment he looked really awkward. "Uh." His fingers gripped his keys, and he pointed at them with his other hand. "Didn't wanna interrupt. Left my keys. Just gonna..." With that, he turned his back on us, his back stiff as he hurried for the door. We watched him go, staring as the door closed, a bell jingled, and a car door slammed.

All the while, Windy was still inside of me, drops of cum still dripping audibly on the floor.

It wasn't until the sound of Aidan's car pulling out of the parking lot faded from my ears that Windy and I looked at each other. "...Well, at least we finished that time," he said, smirking.

"If we didn't, you'd be on the floor with my ass in your face."

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

I laughed, clapping my hands to my face as my shoulders shook. For a second, we stood braced against the counter, him still hugging me tightly against him. "You might as well pull out. We got a mess to clean up regardless." He leaned back and looked down at where he was still inside me, his cock barely damming up the flood that was sure to come, and he sighed, resigned.

"Yeah, alright."

By the time we'd mopped the floor, Windy's breakfast had gotten cold again, so I was standing against the counter holding my salad bowl as the microwave hummed, Windy sitting at the table. I decided to stand, since leaving a stain on the chair would have lead to some very awkward questions, and Windy was sitting since he still had a boner that could have clubbed a moose to death, not that staying in the same room - that still smelled like sex and microwaved bacon - with me would have made it go away.

"Morning!" said my second-oldest brothers, Teague and Ernan, as they burst into the kitchen. They were the goofball twins, but they froze for a second as the microwave beeped, and I tossed Windy's tupperware container onto the table, with a fork clattering onto it shortly after.

Getting a proper fucking might have dimmed the fire in me for a short time - shorter than usual, that was for sure - but it was steadily coming back and I was being a little too aggressive. Windy raised his eyebrows at me, and so did the twins, who watched as I chewed on some lettuce. "What?" I asked shortly, frowning at them.

Teague kept his eyes on me as Ernan looked at Windy, who took a bite of his bacon, trying to look innocent, before the twins turned their gazes knowingly to one another. "Windy, could you not fuck our sister where we all eat?" asked Teague, and Windy flinched, looking away.

"She was wearing my shirt," he said defensively.

"And sis, you could have at least sprayed some fucking Febreze or something," added Ernan, and I grimaced.

"What's it to you where I get fucked?" I snapped out. "You gotta know what week it is."

"Yeah, and you didn't put on your Musk-Off," muttered Ernan, who turned away to walk back out the door. "Fuck this, I'm going to Taco Bell, it'll smell better."

"For your fucking information--" Teague waved a hand as he turned his back on me, too.

"Yeah, yeah, stronger than usual. Tell that to my taboo boner, Fi. Thanks for that, by the way." His wave turned into the middle finger just before he left the room. I almost threw my bowl of salad at the closed door before Windy grabbed my wrist.

"Ugh... I'm gonna apologize to them on Saturday, but right now, I'm angry and horny."

"Well, we can take our breakfast upstairs?" he suggested, his hip bumping against mine. I felt the heat of his groin near my leg and I bit my lip.

"Fuck it, I'll tell Dad to order pizza and we can live upstairs for the rest of the week. Come on."

It was a wonder we made it to my room.